I'm escaping from reality for just a minute. Reality is making me a little crazy today. I didn't sleep enough last night (mea culpa) and my lack of sleep has me woefully ill-prepared for whiny children who don't want to do their work.
So here are my updates.
Dog update: Our vet visit left me feeling good about Natalia's future, such as it may be. She did not have a stroke, but had what the vet called canine peripheral vestibular syndrome. She is probably as well now as she'll ever be. Her head will tilt to one side, she'll have less energy and need help going up and down stairs. She's simply not as steady on her feet as she used to be. I can live with that. She's eating well, able to go outside when she needs to, and seems happy to just lay in the kitchen (which is where she has spent 98% of her time since last week.) The vet did prepare me with the "end of life" talk. I did not enjoy that and forced myself to ignore the meaning behind the talk so that I didn't get all teary-eyed and freaky, but it was good to be reassured that an end of life decision will most likely be an obvious one.
House update: The sellers of the new house have been building a home. It got finished six weeks early, so now they're desperate. After some convoluted negotiating, they've dropped their price to us if we drop the price on our home here and have extended the contract to August. Another month of living in Limbo Land! Hooray! (Dripping sarcasm, of course.) I am just moving forward, putting one foot in front of the other until the end is made clear. I would LOVE for the clarity to come quickly, but life doesn't usually work that way, does it?
Marathon update: Haven't decided.
Summer update: Aargh. Oh, OK. That sounds whiny. Let's say Today's Update: Aargh. Except today had that great second of 12:34:56 7/8/09. We got all excited about it here in the GreenHouse. And then promptly forgot to watch the clock. That's the way things go here. Oh well. At least we figured out it happened today, right? And the next time (12:34:56 7/8/90) something similar happens, I'll be long dead, but the kids could possibly still be kickin', so maybe they'll remember to watch their clocks. Nothing better to do when you're in your 80's or early 90's.
Computer therapy complete. Time to re-focus and try to accomplish something of worth. Yuck.